Heart Not Included - Part 2
Tuesday. And Jensen had prepared. Chili, the day before, actually. Just in case he might have been stuck at work today. So they could just warm it up later or eat it right away, whatever Jay preferred. And if he decided to leave without food again, Jensen would just give him the whole dish to warm up later, alone at his place. Or with Sandy. Whatever.
Jensen had so many questions. Sandy. Jared? Did he really only do this to help the dogs? What kind of person was this selfless? And just how did Jensen end up with Jay of all the hookers out there. Easy hookers. Guys he wouldn’t feel so hopelessly giddy and dreadfully sick around. Guys that didn’t come with a girl attached to their hip.
Not like he would care. Not like Jay was his boyfriend, or in any way getting there. Not like Jensen was looking, or ready to try again. Or… or… The doorbell rang and Jensen cleared his head. Jared was here, now. That’s all that mattered. Now. He’d see about later. Maybe.
Right now it was just one of their usual Tuesdays. Yeah. He smiled and opened the door. Whatever happened, he was prepared. - However, he wasn’t prepared to seeing Jay dressed up in black slacks and a stiff white shirt, his hair neatly coifed. He raised his eyebrow and before he could think better of it, opened his mouth. “Dude, you didn’t really think I was having a dinner party, did you?”
Jay snorted and pushed his way in, closing the door behind himself. “Don’t ask.”
“Uhm, okay…” His lips twitched and he almost made another joke about serving, but then he remembered Harley, and why Jay did this, and felt incredibly bad. He quickly handed over the five hundred dollars he’d gotten, but Jay frowned, not taking them.
Jared ran a hand through his head, then shuffled his feet, looking down. “Uhm, you know, those specials… I also need to approve of them first, so whatever you want, just spill it now.”
“What?” Now Jensen frowned. Damn, did he think he wanted something extra kinky? “No, no! No specials. Just take it.”
“What the hell, Jensen?” Jay’s face hardened. “I’m not a charity case.”
“For the shelter,” Jensen mumbled, blushing. He didn’t think this was such a big deal, but he should have known it would offend him. “Please, just take it.”
”No.” Jay shook his head.
“Come on. You take donations, don’t you? But if you’d rather I go ask around which shelter you work for, find you there and write Sandy a personal check…”
Jay paled and took the money without another word, then stuffed it in his usual back pocket. “Thanks.” He didn’t sound grateful though and Jensen felt like an ass for forcing him to take it. What the hell happened to his carefully planned evening?
“Seriously, Jay. It’s for the dogs.” He shrugged and scratched the back of his neck. “I know it sounds silly, since I only met them once, but… I kinda grew attached already.”
Jay looked doubtful at first, but then a grin broke through. “Yeah, I know what you mean. These two just wrap you around their little finger and before you know it, you hand them your steak and only eat the veggies yourself.” He smirked. “I really have no idea why they don’t get chosen.”
“Maybe they’re only nice around their master.” Jensen winked and Jay beamed.
“Could be.” He chuckled and passed a hand through his hair, then frowned. Yeah, Jensen wasn’t a fan either.
“I liked the old style better.” He reached out and flicked at Jay’s hair. “It was cute.”
Jay sighed. “I really hate using so much product, but I guess shaggy waiters don’t get hired so much.”
“But you’re not a waiter.” Jensen stopped. “Oh wait, are you? Did you come over here from a real job?”
Jay looked at him as if he was insane. “Oh yeah, I only whore on the side. I just love it so much. I have my real job to pay the bills.”
“Uhm, right.” Jensen bit his lip. “Sorry.” Shit! He just kept screwing it up tonight. Maybe he should switch the topic again. “So, about the dogs…”
“Jensen.” Jay shook his head and placed his finger on Jensen’s lips. “Let’s just do what you paid me for, okay?” He leaned closer, but Jensen took a step back.
“No, we eat first.” Because he couldn’t just use him and kick him back out, especially not right now.
“Jensen.”
”I pay. My rules. I say we eat first.” There.
Jay rolled his eyes. “Fine, whatever.”
Jensen quickly turned away to hide his victorious smile. Jay followed him into the kitchen and sat down, crossing his hands in front of his chest with a pout. Jensen almost laughed at the fully-grown five-year-old at his table. He quickly set up the stove and then joined Jay at the table. “I need to heat it up first.” He shrugged apologetically. “I wasn’t sure if we’d eat right away, or later.”
”Later, then.” Jay quickly kicked his chair away and fell down to his knees.
“Fuck!” Jensen blocked him off before he could open his pants, and damn, it wasn’t easy. For one, Jay was fast, but secondly… damn! “No!” Yes, please!
Jay licked his lips and looked up at him through hooded eyes. “Please Jensen? Please let me suck your cock? I promise I’ll make it real good.”
Fuck, yes, Jensen knew he would. “N..no.” He gulped, his voice faltering and Jay sensed it and smirked, reaching for his knees to pull them apart. “No!” Jensen clamped them shut. He had to stay strong now. “We eat first.”
Jay’s face fell, but he gave up and sat back down. “Your money.”
“Yes.” Jensen nodded. His money. And speaking of. “So, why are you doing this?”
“What?” Jay snapped.
”This job, I mean. Why are you…”
”Whoring?”
“Yeah.” Jensen nodded.
“You don’t pay me for talking, Jen.” He shrugged and crossed his arms again, looking defiant.
Well, fuck. “But I pay you for games, right?” Jensen asked hopefully.
“I guess…” Jay frowned, expression guarded.
“So, let’s play a game then, while we wait for dinner to be ready. I’ll ask you a question, you ask me a question.”
“Are you serious?” He was looking petulant now.
“Yes.” Jensen shrugged again. It was the best he could come up with. “So… so your real name’s Jared?” He hoped this was an innocent enough question to start with.
Jay sighed and uncrossed his arms. “Yes.”
“That why you asked me to…”
”My turn now,” Jay… Jared interrupted him, and without giving him time to protest followed up with his question. “Why do you have to pay for sex?”
Alright, so it was back to the tough questions. Jensen stared longingly at the chili pot, wondering if it might be time to stir it yet… but then he sighed. “I just… I wanted it, so I called. Isn’t that what your clients usually do?”
“Oh please.” Jared huffed. “I don’t know the rules of your game, but I figure lying is out of the question. So don’t feed me that bull.”
Jensen frowned. “But I’m not lying.”
“Come on! Someone looking the way you do? You don't need to pay for sex. You go into a bar and have ten guys hanging off each arm, then you can take your pick."
Jensen snorted. "You have no idea." If only it would be that easy.
"Enlighten me."
"I just..." Damn! Why did he come up with this again? Was it too late to get back to the sex part? "After my boyfriend broke up with me... it's just... it's not so easy, okay? I guess... I guess I have issues."
"Like what?"
"Aha!" Jensen pointed his finger. "My turn now." He smirked. Okay, so tough questions it was, back to the original. "Why did you start selling yourself?"
"You know the story." Jared shrugged. "Harley needed the surgery and..."
"No," Jensen interrupted. "I mean why this? Why not, I dunno... busting tables for real?"
"I dunno," Jared looked away. "Seemed easier? More money to be made?" Jensen didn't press, would have been okay for now, but Jared decided to say more instead of ask his question. "I had this friend, met him at the employment agency." He smiled wistfully. "Chad." Another pause. "He told me about this, saying they were always looking, told me it was even fun a lot of times, and thing is, I liked sex. It was never that big of a deal for me." He shrugged. "And we really needed the money." The last was more of a whisper.
Jensen remembered what Sandy had told him, about Harley badly abused and in need of surgery, and he started to understand. “And you needed it quick.” Finding a job wasn’t always so easy and you certainly didn’t get paid in advance.
Jared shrugged again, but there was also a tiny nod. He started picking at his shirt and Jensen couldn’t stand to see him so uncomfortable.
“Alright, your turn. What else do you want to know about me?”
“Why did…” Jared stopped himself, was silent for a few seconds, then rephrased his question. “Hey, what do you do, anyways? It must pay well, I assume.”
Jensen smiled. “I can’t complain.” Although it could certainly be more. But if he got that promotion… “I work in advertising. Come up with campaigns, organize shoots and such.”
“Sounds fun.” Jared smiled back.
“Yeah… it is.” Jensen shrugged. “Mostly.” But it was also super stressful and if only he wouldn’t have to deal with his co-workers. Or photographers. Or models. Or that damn dog trainer. Or anyone else, really. He’d be quite happy doing it all on his own.
Jared nodded. “No job is perfect. Not even the ones at the shelter.” He sighed wistfully.
They shared a moment of comfortable silence and Jensen plotted his next question. Should he ask about Sandy? He wasn’t sure. He wasn’t sure if he wanted an answer, because he might not like what he got.
Still needing time to think, he got up and stirred the chili instead, then set the table. Jared wanted to get up and help, but he wouldn’t let him. Eventually he was done and had to sit back down. He bit his lip.
“Out of questions?” Jared smirked at him.
“No, it’s just…” Dammit. “What about Sa… die? What’s her story?”
“She’s just old.” Jared’s lips quirked. “Her previous owner died and it took her a while to adjust. She’s just generally friendly... but also kinda lazy. She usually just lies in her corner and won’t move when someone comes visiting. It’s like she doesn’t want to be considered and then rejected, so she doesn’t even try.”
Jensen’s eyebrow raised. Yeah, he knew that feeling. “Or maybe she just wants to stay with you.”
”Yeah, but that’s the problem. She can’t.”
He frowned. “Why not? Shelter policy?”
“Nah,” Jared chuckled. “Landlord policy.” He shrugged. “No dogs allowed.”
“Oh, I see.” Jensen imagined that must be tough for someone like Jared. He clearly loved those dogs. “That sucks.”
“Yeah.”
Another brief moment of silence and Jensen got up to check on the food again. It was finally hot enough and he turned off the stove and dished out.
Jared took one bite and moaned. “God, fuck, this is so good!” His mouth was still full and he dug in again before he’d even swallowed. “Why the hell did your boyfriend break up with you?”
Jensen snorted and started eating as well. It was fun to see Jared enjoy it so much. He realized how much he’d missed cooking for somebody other than himself.
“No, seriously.” Jared leaned closer. “That’s my next question. Why?”
Aw, fuck. “He told me I was too much of a control freak for him. And…” Jensen bit his lip. Okay, no. Not going there.
Jared raised an eyebrow and smirked. “He couldn’t handle it? Too vanilla for you?”
He couldn’t help the pained sound escaping his lips. If only that had been the problem.
“What? Really?” Jared’s smirk grew. “Is that why you’re so hesitant with me? Did you scare him off?”
“I wish.” Jensen snorted again, then placed his fork down, looking away. “It’s… he…” No. He couldn’t.
“What, Jen? He what?” Jared reached over and covered his hand with his own, the smirk vanished.
Jensen sighed. Oh, what the hell? “He told me I was controlling life, but not the important part. He told me I was… was horrible in bed.”
Jared laughed out loud and Jensen pulled his hand back offended. “Aw, you’re fucking with me!”
Jensen glared and Jared slowly came back down.
“Seriously? And you believed him?”
Jensen shrugged. Well, yeah.
“You really think you’re an awful lay? And that’s why you pay for it?” Jared looked at him disbelieving.
“I know I’m bad, alright?” Jensen passed his hands through his hair. “But I’m trying, okay? I really am.”
“Wow.” Jared shook his head, smiling his bright smile. Jensen glared at him. “Your ex really pulled a number on you.” He reached over to take back Jensen’s hand. “You’re not bad, okay? Trust me. You’re anything but.”
Jared winked at him, but Jensen couldn’t appreciate it. “You’re only saying that because I pay you.”
”But that’s part of the point!” Jared wouldn’t let go of his hand. “I’m a professional. If anyone should know, it’s me.”
“And I am still paying you to be nice to me.”
“Jensen, you pay me for sex.” Jared let go. “Not necessarily to be nice.” He reached back and pulled out the bills, throwing them on the table. “But there. You’re still good. You’re great.”
Jensen looked away. Embarrassed. Still disbelieving. Definitely uncomfortable. He just grunted in response.
Jared pushed his chair back and went to do the same for Jensen. “If I learned one thing, then it’s that sex is only great with the right partner. And maybe your ex just wasn’t right for you.” He took Jensen’s hands and pulled him up. Jensen let him. “Maybe you just didn’t fit.”
“Maybe,” Jensen had to admit. After all, it wasn’t just the sex. Not like Jensen would have complained though, it was always okay for him. Although, now that he compared it to sex with Jared… He’d thought it was just the thrill of being with a hooker. Maybe it was just Jared.
“Definitely.” Jared nuzzled his throat. “Unless you wanna tell me sex with me isn’t great? That it wasn’t mind-blowingly awesome every time?”
Jensen’s lips twitched and he couldn’t hold back his smirk. “No…” He looked at Jared and blushed. “It… it was.” He bit his lip but his grin just kept spreading.
“There. Case closed.” Jared cupped his face and kissed him, slow at first, both of them smiling against the other’s lips. But it quickly deepened and Jared backed him up against the kitchen counter.
“Jay…” Jensen moaned and broke the kiss. They should finish their chili, then maybe take this to the bedroom and…
“Nu-uh.” Jared shook his head. “You’re not telling me no again. I don’t think my ego could handle it.” He grinned and nipped at Jensen’s lips, his hands going to his fly and making quick work of pulling down his pants before Jensen had a chance to protest.
“Fuck!” Not like he really wanted to complain though. Jensen groaned when Jared’s large hand enclosed his cock, jerking him quick and rough. He tried to kiss him again, but Jared kept dancing out of reach, only ever letting him have short nips. “Jared!” He whined.
Jared’s grin grew. “I like the way you say my name like that. Desperate, needy.”
Jensen tried to grab at him, but Jared had him crowded against the corner and all Jensen could do was let it happen. He whimpered. Fuck, he never realized just how strong Jared was. And the things he let him do… “Jay, please!”
”Please what?” Jared twisted his fist, brushing his thumbnail over Jensen’s cock on a down stroke, making him hiss out.
“Please just…” Fuck! He didn’t even know! “Just… fuck!”
“Fuck?” Jared asked. “You want me to fuck you, Jensen?” He emphasized his proposition with a sharp thrust of his hips, crushing Jensen against the counter top. And god damn, this shouldn’t make him so fucking hard!
“Y..yes,” he quickly nodded. “Yeah, Jared. Please.”
Jared leaned in close, his breath tickling along Jensen’s cheek. “That costs extra.”
“Whu… what?” Jensen rubbed himself against Jared, couldn’t help it. Jared was still fisting his cock and he was losing all sense of reality.
“Kidding.” Jared chuckled and let go of Jensen, only to heft him up the counter and sit him down.
Jensen squirmed, uncomfortable and horny. And feeling very much on display. Which seemed to equally fuel both of his prior sentiments. “Jay…”
“Shush.” Jared gave him a quick kiss and then tugged off his shoes so he could pull his pants off fully.
Okay, now he felt even more exposed. “Fuck, Jay, come on…” Jensen bit his lip. “Bedroom?”
Jared shook his head. “Nu-uh.” He took a hold of Jensen’s layered shirts and lifted them both up and over his head before he had a chance to protest. “You ever done this before? Fucked him here, on your pristine counter top?” Jared crowded into him again. “He fuck you?”
“N..no.” Jensen was still nibbling on his lip, flushing all over. This definitely shouldn’t be this hot.
“Good.” Jared growled and pushed him to lie down, then tugged him forward. Jensen crashed into something that cluttered and fell to the floor, but he really didn’t care. Jesus! Jared spread his legs and Jensen instinctively hooked them around his waist. “He did though, right?” Jared was back near his face, bending down. “Fuck you?”
Jensen squirmed again, trying to look away, but Jared wouldn’t let him, grabbed his cheek and forced him to lock eyes. He swallowed hard. “Yes.” And he had no idea why this suddenly felt like a betrayal, why he felt incredibly bad, even ashamed, that he’d let David fuck him. Why he wanted Jared to be the one. The only one.
Jared nodded, jaw clenched. “Don’t worry. I’m gonna make you forget all about him. After I am done with you, you won’t even remember how he felt inside of you, because all you’ll be able to feel is my cock stretching you. Me, fucking you deep and hard. And you’ll feel it for weeks, Jensen.” He licked over Jensen’s lips. “You’ll feel me. Only me.”
Whimpering once more, Jensen licked his own lips, chasing Jared’s taste. “Please!”
“God, Jensen…” Jared fumbled for the lube in his pocket. “You have any idea just how fucking incredible you are?” Jared coated two of his fingers and Jensen squirmed away. He never did well with compliments. He always thought them to be fake. “I’d love to let you lubricate me with just your spit, feel your pouty lips around my fingers, have you suck me good.” Jared continued while he slowly teased Jensen, just rubbing around the rim. “And you’d be very good, wouldn’t you, Jen?”
“Yes, please.” Jensen nodded. “Anything.” Just if he’d stop teasing already! And Jared must have read his thoughts, because he could feel the tip of his index finger slipping into him. Hell, it had been long. He whimpered but quickly got used to it and just wanted more.
“Fuck, Jensen!” Jared kissed him quick and dirty, his finger in to the second knuckle now. “You’re tight.” He pulled his finger out and then moved forward again. “You’re very tight. I’d never even fit you without lube. Maybe I still won’t now.”
”What?” Jensen panicked and pushed against Jared’s fingers to show him that he was good. That he couldn’t just stop now. “You’ll fit, please! Please! I’ll be good.”
Jared gaped at him and grabbed a hold of his hips to stop him from thrusting. “Shit, Jensen. Relax!“ He shook his head. “Don’t worry. I’m not gonna stop.” He interrupted for another kiss. “I was just… just talking.”
Jensen raised an eyebrow, then let it sink in, the rush slowly fading and his brain kicking back in. “Fuck. I told you I was bad at this.” He sighed and looked down to the ground.
“And I told you to shut up.” Jared wrapped his arms around Jensen and crushed him close, their lips meeting for another kiss. And with their tongues battling and Jared’s crotch rubbing against his, Jensen found it easy to get lost again, to shut off his damn over active brain and just close his eyes and feel. Or maybe keep them open and watch Jared.
The rest of the evening was perfect. Jared fucked him right there on the counter and it had been nothing but amazing. Afterwards, Jared carried him into the bedroom, which, on the one hand, was crazy hot, but on the other it was also kind of embarrassing. But Jensen had just been way too tired. So he fell asleep as soon as Jared settled in next to him. When he woke up, Jared was gone. And he’d been right. He still felt the ache for days. Just, it wasn’t really his ass that hurt.
*****
That night, Jared had intended to leave as soon as Jensen was fast asleep. But then he just couldn’t and instead he stayed for a bit longer, just watching him sleep. He was still most confusing, but Jared had a problem calling him ‘client’ anymore. Jensen was just… Jensen.
He was taking a shower at his place when he remembered. The money. He’d forgotten it on Jensen’s table. Fuck! He didn’t so much care about the two hundred for the sex, because, let’s be honest, he would have done it for free, the whole purpose was to do it for free, but he felt guilty about robbing the shelter of their donation. He’d have to take three hundred out of his own savings for “bad days”, aka the hooker-retirement fond to tie him over when he decided he didn’t want to do it anymore. Although from the look of it, he might be needing that money for himself soon. He could definitely not go on like this. It was fucking too badly with his mind. He hadn’t accepted any clients except for Jensen all week.
Thankfully at least Sandy hadn’t shown up to check on him. It wouldn’t have been pretty to try and explain his state of disheveledness. She’d have known. Not that Jensen paid him, or, well, tried to, anyways, but that they had sex. And he’d never hear the end of it. And he just couldn’t deal with it right now. It was confusing enough in his own head, he didn’t need second opinions to confuse him further. Although he knew what Sandy would say. She’d whack him over his head - again - and tell him to just go for it. He sighed and went to bed, failing to fall asleep for the longest time. He should have stayed at Jensen’s. He’d have slept peacefully there. But the morning after? That was just the problem.
*
The next day, the agency called. Jensen wanted to see him again. Friday. This was too soon. Jared still needed time to cool off, to shake off the feelings and entanglements, before he could safely meet him again. To go in unprotected could prove deadly to his already fragile heart. However, of course, he confirmed.
He hadn’t booked any other job, even though maybe he should have, and instead spent all day at the shelter, trying to keep busy, keep his thoughts focused, remember why he was doing all of this. Avoiding Sandy while he was at it. But it still didn’t help. Maybe he was lucky and Jensen just wanted to give him his money. He was that kind of guy, that much Jared knew by now. So he went unprepared, straight from the shelter, unshowered and in his comfy jeans and hoodie. Looking like he didn’t care, like Jensen meant nothing.
However, it didn’t have the desired effect, because Jensen’s face lit up like a Christmas tree after he opened the door. “Wow, Jared. You look amazing.”
“Uh, thanks.” Jared shuffled his feet. Damn! “So do you.” And he did, in his dark faded jeans and dress shirt, short hair perfectly ruffled.
Jensen’s smile grew even brighter and he stepped aside. “Come in.” After Jared closed the door, Jensen held out a stash of bills. “It’s uh, seven hundred. With no kinky strings attached.” He winked, but Jared could see that he was nervous.
“Jensen, you… you don’t have to pay me for Tuesday.” Or today, he wanted to add, but… but he couldn’t just offer himself out like that.
“But we… had sex.” Jensen frowned.
“But Jensen, I…” He trailed off. Was it a good enough explanation that he’d fucked him?
“What? You wanna pay me?” Jensen still tried to lighten the mood, but Jared could see that his hands started shaking. So he took the bills. Because, really? Jensen was his only client these days. Not like he didn’t need it. He still felt more than queasy about it though.
“Thanks. But you know, I should pay you.” He winked back and put the money in his pockets, then remembered that said pockets didn’t contain lube and condoms tonight, since he really hadn’t prepared. Well, fuck!
Jensen blushed. “But you only… would you…” He nibbled on his bottom lip. “If I hadn’t…” He looked away. “Fuck.”
Jensen couldn’t say it, but Jared knew what he was asking. Had Jared still fucked him, if he wasn’t a hooker and Jensen his client? Well, there really was only one answer to that. Jared cupped Jensen’s cheek and gave him a long kiss. “Yes,” he whispered against his lips and then deepened the kiss before pulling away. “Yes.”
“Jay?” Jensen was still blushing, but now openly smiling at him.
”Yeah, Jen?”
“Will you, uh, stay the night this time?” And he was looking so hopeful, so adorable, Jared couldn’t say no if he tried.
“I guess I still owe you a special from our second date.” Jared shrugged with a smirk.
Jensen frowned. “Really? But…”
”Dirty talking doesn’t count as a special, Jensen, I told you.” He chuckled. “And neither does having dinner.”
“Oh? But staying the night does?”
Jared scratched his eyebrow. “Err, actually, I don’t know. I never did that before.”
“Seriously?” Jensen seemed shocked.
“Jensen…” Jared sighed and cupped Jensen’s cheek again, caressing him with his thumb. “I’m a hooker. When it’s over, the clients usually can’t have me out fast enough.” He shrugged. “Not everybody cooks me dinner and… and makes conversation.”
“Huh.” Jensen leaned into Jared touch. “I dunno though, as much as that, uhm… kinda sucks for you… I’m also glad.”
“Why?” Jared’s heart beat wildly in his chest. Oh god, he was so lost!
“Because that makes what we have special.” Jensen blushed again and looked away. “Aw fuck, that sounds corny.”
And yes, yes it kinda did, but also… Jared leaned down to kiss him again, sweet and slow. “But it’s true. You’re not… This… It is special.” He quickly kissed him again before this could go too far. He’d already admitted to too much. But Jensen… Jensen had started. And the way he blushed and smiled? It just seemed true.
Jensen melted into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Jared and pulling him close. Jared pushed him up against the wall and stepped closer into his by now familiar form. They just fit together so well, it was hard to think of this as a job.
But speaking off… Jared pulled away. “Uhm, shit, Jen, I… I didn’t really prepare for this.”
“What do you mean?” Jensen gazed up at him, dazed.
“I didn’t pack anything.” Jensen still looked confused, so Jared explained. “Lube. Condoms. I came straight from the shelter.”
“Oh.” Jensen chuckled. “That explains why you smell like dog.”
Jared blushed. “Shit, sorry. I really should take a shower.”
“No!” Jensen shook his head, not letting Jared out of his embrace. “It’s fine. It… it uhm, it fits you.”
“What?” Jared’s eye twitched. What the hell was that supposed to mean?
”No! I mean… shit.” Jensen shrugged. “I mean… it’s you. The cute guy who volunteers at the animal shelter.”
“Oh.” Jared scratched his neck, still self-conscious. “Still doesn’t mean I shouldn’t have showered.”
“We could shower together?” Jensen suggested.
Jared couldn’t help but smile. “Sounds like a plan.” He untangled himself and took Jensen’s hand in his, tugging. “Come on.” Halfway to the bathroom, he remembered something else he didn’t pack. “Shit, Jensen. I don’t even have a toothbrush.”
“So?” Jensen’s face fell a little. “Use mine.” When Jared hedged, he continued. “Seriously? You’ll swallow, but you won’t use my toothbrush?”
Chuckling at that, Jared shrugged. “Well, if you put it that way. And if you don’t mind?”
“I just want you to stay.” Jensen smiled at him so matter-of-factly, Jared almost wished he meant forever, not just for the night. But this was what happened, when he didn’t get a week to come down. He couldn’t fucking have these feelings for a client!
“Okay.” He squeezed Jensen’s hand. “Okay, I’ll stay.”
In the bathroom, they undressed unceremoniously and then stepped under the shower together. It was a tight fit though, since it wasn’t exactly built for two people - and two strong males at that. They were laughing when they tried to both get under the spray of hot water and ended up bumping into each other and tangled together at the same time.
“Dude, your shower’s too small,” Jared complained.
”No, you’re just too damn bulky to fit in,” Jensen retorted.
“Oh, look who’s talking. Besides, I thought you liked my body.”
”Not when you push me out of the shower, I don’t. You’re like Godzilla. It’s inhuman.”
“Pft.” Jared huffed. “You’re just jealous because you dwarf me.”
”What?” Jensen gasped and tried to make himself taller, standing on his tip toes to tower over Jared. Of course he failed miserably, and Jared just laughed and crowded him up against the shower stall.
“Oh puh-lease.” Jared leaned down until Jensen had to coil back and duck a bit. Jared grinned and watched Jensen in victory. Then he really watched Jensen. And fuck!
“In..inhuman. Is all I… say.” Jensen’s voice had gone breathy, his grip on Jared’s waist to steady himself suddenly tightening.
Jared’s gaze zeroed in on Jensen’s lips, already swollen a bit from their kisses. A drop of water was clinging to them and suddenly Jared was all out of breath as well. He leaned down further, claiming his lips in a searing kiss, and suddenly it didn’t matter anymore who stood where in that damn stall, because they clung to each other and it just fit. They fit.
They soaped each other up and fooled around a bit, but nothing too serious. It would have been lethal to try and fuck in here, even though that was a pity. Jared briefly considered going down to his knees, or hey, maybe pushing down Jensen - he was smaller, after all - but then decided against it. They had all night. And the spacier rest of the apartment.
However, after they’d dried off, they just ended up in the bedroom. And Jared had to admit, afterwards it was very nice to just fall asleep with Jensen in his arms instead of having to stay awake, get dressed and head on home alone in the cold, dark night.
And of course waking up the next morning wasn’t too bad either.
*****
At 5.30 a.m. Jensen woke up like clockwork. Like everyday. He couldn’t shut it off anymore. But usually on weekends, he just rolled over and allowed himself a few more hours of sleep. Unless he was working on a very important campaign. This wasn’t the case today, yet he still didn’t go right back to sleep. Instead he relished in the feel of being tightly wrapped in Jared’s arms, happy and content. For now.
He didn’t remember the last time he woke up like this. Didn’t remember ever being so giddy, so horny, so full of dread. This was still the hooker he’d kinda paid to be here. But if this was what being with a prostitute felt like, he didn’t know why not everybody paid for it.
Jensen carefully untangled himself out of Jared’s embrace, so he could turn and just watch him sleep for a while. The sun wasn’t up yet and Jared was only illuminated by the faint red glow from Jensen’s alarm clock. He had to smirk at the appropriate irony, Sting’s ‘Roxanne’ suddenly on his mind. He wished he had more money so he could provide for Jared and just keep him. But somehow he knew that even if he had, Jared wouldn’t agree to being his boytoy forever.
Which meant he had to enjoy this as long as he could.
He slowly peeled off the sheets, exposing Jared to his gaze. Damn, he still couldn’t believe how hot he was. The broad shoulders, narrow hips, long, thick cock. If he wanted to, Jared could probably make a fortune just being a model. But Jensen wouldn’t suggest it. He didn’t want anyone else to see him like this. Vulnerable. Exposed. Beautiful. He didn’t want anyone else touching him either, but at least that would be time limited. …Then again, that didn’t make it all that much better.
Jensen sighed and carefully kissed his way down Jared’s chest. Jared twitched and Jensen stopped, careful not to wake him too soon. But he settled back down, breath still even, so Jensen continued his path until he could nuzzle Jared’s cock. There was still some dried come clinging to it, as they hadn’t properly cleaned up the night before, but Jensen didn’t mind. He licked it off and smiled when he could feel the erection slowly growing under his ministrations.
He closed his lips and suckled softly, carefully, watching Jared for any signs of consciousness. The other man moaned softly, but his chest was still raising and falling in tact, so Jensen was safe to open wider and see how far he could take him this time.
Gagging a little, when Jared’s cock hit the back of his throat, he didn’t pull off though and was rewarded with the feel of Jared hardening further over his tongue. Jensen finally pulled away and sucked on just the head, before he swallowed him back down, careful to keep his teeth hidden for now. He repeated the action a few times before Jared’s breath hitched and his moans got louder.
“Mmmmhm,” Jared’s hips rolled and his hands found their way into Jensen’s short hair, just holding him there. Jensen took it as encouragement and sucked harder, letting Jared sink even deeper, until his throat contracted around him.
Jensen moaned and pressed his tongue against the big vein on Jared’s cock, trying to get as many vibrations across as possible. And judging by the fingernails pressing into his scalp, it seemed to be working just fine.
“Fuck, Jensen!” Jared’s hips were faintly thrusting, but Jensen could feel he was holding back. So he relaxed further and placed his hands on Jared’s hips, brushing his thumbs over his hipbones, encouraging him.
After a few more hesitant, shallow thrusts, Jared finally grew bolder and his hold on Jensen tightened, his thrusting becoming more forceful. Jensen let out a satisfied whimper and was contend to let Jared use him, doing his best to caress him with his tongue until he felt Jared’s thrusts become more and more erratic, his cock swelling just this tad bit more.
“Jensen… Jensen, gonna…” Jared tried to pull away, but Jensen firmly locked his mouth, shaking his head as best he could. “Lemme…” Jared tried again, but Jensen just sucked harder, carefully exposing his teeth to scrape along Jared’s sensitive flesh, and that was all it took for Jared to crack and come with a yell, shooting down Jensen’s throat.
Jensen sucked him through it, doing his best to hang on and swallow, but some of it still spilled out, coating his lips and chin. When Jared twitched and once again frantically tried to pull Jensen off, he finally relaxed and let him slip from his lips with a soft pop.
“Fuck, Jensen…” Jared lay there, panting. “Fuck.” He caressed Jensen’s scalp and Jensen was glowing happily, content to just stay down here and fall back asleep. He nuzzled Jared’s thigh until Jared grabbed him by his shoulders and pulled him back up. And there was really nothing sexier than being manhandled by him. Unless maybe when Jared allowed Jensen to manhandle him.
Jensen licked his lips and Jared growled, pulling him down for a deep kiss as soon as he was in reach. It was slow and lazy, Jared deliberately licking out Jensen’s mouth, cleaning him. When they parted, Jensen smacked his lips, trying to keep the taste as long as possible.
“You’re so sexy,” Jared drawled, his voice still sleep-ridden. He cupped Jensen’s cheek and shook his head. “Fuck.”
Jensen smiled and blushed, giving him another short kiss. “Go back to sleep.”
“But what about you? Don’t you wanna…”
Jensen didn’t let him continue and placed his finger on Jared’s lips. “You’re too tired. Really. Sleep. I’m fine.”
”But…” Jared frowned and cocked his head. “Really, Jensen, you’re pa…” He stopped himself and Jensen was grateful. He didn’t want the illusion to be shattered just yet, even though, just thinking about it already scratched on his good mood a little.
“Sleep,” he repeated, making himself comfortable on Jared’s broad chest. He closed his eyes and moved closer, smiling when Jared sighed and wrapped his arms around him. Jensen closed his eyes and shifted a little, getting more comfortable. His cock was pretty hard and throbbing, but he’d live.
Jared sighed and relaxed as well, falling back asleep soon enough. Jensen listened to his even breathing, concentrating on the warmth and snuggling just this much closer to Jared, until he, too, was overcome by sleep again.
*
The next time he woke up, the sunlight was shining through his blinds and Jared was watching him. Jensen smiled. “Morning.”
”Hrm,” Jared made a face. “I was just contemplating the best way to wake you up.”
Jensen chuckled. “I can pretend to still be asleep, if you want.” He rubbed his eyes and stretched a little.
“Nah.” Jared rolled his eyes, then leaned down, kissing Jensen’s forehead. “Morning.”
Jensen’s whole chest flooded with warmth and he had to bite his lip to not say something embarrassing such as how this was just perfect and he’d love to wake up like it every morning. So he just dopily smiled up at Jared.
“But it’s better when you’re awake, anyways.” Jared shrugged. “Because now I can tell you that I’d never do this for a client.”
Jensen frowned. “But…”
”Never.” Jared shook his head and moved so fast, Jensen had no time to question what he meant before he was suddenly rolled over and lying on his stomach, Jared straddling him. Jared started by kneading Jensen’s muscles, and he hadn’t even realized how sore he was until now.
“Mmm, feels nice.” Jensen closed his eyes and relaxed into the pillows. Jared’s other clients sure missed out. He smiled smugly and as Jared continued, he felt himself get drowsy again. And maybe he would have fallen right back asleep, if Jared hadn’t shifted and started stroking up and down Jensen’s arms while he leaned down and was slowly licking his way down Jensen’s spine.
“Still nice?” He asked as his tongue swirled between Jensen’s shoulder blades.
“Mhm.” Jensen bit his lip, stiffening a little and suddenly more than awake again.
“Relax,” Jared told him, planting some open mouthed kisses on his way. He was still moving slow, taking his time to explore Jensen’s skin. And Jensen could do nothing but lie there squirming until Jared got to his lower back and Jensen had to giggle. “Dude,” Jared chuckled. “Are you ticklish?”
Jensen quickly hid his face in the pillow to muffle his uncontrollable squeaks. But Jared wouldn’t stop but instead brought his hands down to tickle Jensen even more. “Oh god!” Jensen tried to turn away, but Jared wasn’t letting him. “Stop!” He couldn’t help his fit and by the time Jared finally eased up on him, his face was beet red, part from all the laughter, part because, really, it was just fucking embarrassing.
“Jensen?” Jared nudged him, his voice still full of mirth. “Come on, Jen, turn around.”
But Jensen wouldn’t. Couldn’t. He shook his head against the pillow, still hiding. But like usual with Jared, there was just no use. Jared lay down next to him and snuggled up, prodding until Jensen relented and turned to face him.
“You’re just adorable.” Jared beamed at him and Jensen felt himself flush all over again.
“God, shut up.” He hid his face right back in the pillow. “We should shower and get breakfast.”
Jared stopped. “Seriously? I’m about to rim you, and you want to get out of bed?”
Wait, he wanted to what? Jensen turned to look at him in bewilderment, then it clicked. Oh, right. Right! Dammit. “Uhm, rain check?” Jared still just stared at him. “No, really. I feel sticky all over and aren’t you hungry?”
“Incredible.” Jared shook his head, but then he started grinning. “Rain check.” He rolled over and sat up, then frowned and looked back over his shoulder at Jensen. “Uh, unless that would make you uncomfortable? I mean, if you don’t like it…”
“No! No. I… I do.” Jensen blushed again. Dammit, dammit, dammit! ”Thank you.“
Jared laughed. “What for? I didn’t do anything yet.”
“Yeah, uh… right.” Oh god. Jensen just wanted to hide again. “But you were gonna?”
Jared snorted and shook his head again. “Come on, you shower, I’ll start the coffee.” He stood up and looked at Jensen expectantly.
Jensen shrugged and got up as well, then remembered how Jared would have silently left before. And that thought scared him, even though he knew it would be his right. They’d decided on him staying the night. That didn’t mean he had to be here for the morning after as well. He bit his lip.
“What?” Jared cocked his head. “Don’t think I can work your coffee maker?”
Jensen smiled a little, tempted to ask him to stay. Beg him to, if he had to. Should he offer more money? He raised an eyebrow and looked at Jared, really looked. He seemed happy. Kinda buzzed, even before a coffee or shower. And it had been Jensen’s - stupid - idea to get out of bed, not Jared’s. “No. I trust you.”
That earned him a blinding smile. Jared accompanied him into the bathroom to grab his sweatpants and give the shower a longing look. “I really wish you had more room.”
”But then we’d never get any coffee today, would we?” Jensen smirked, secretly wishing he had a bigger stall as well.
Jared laughed again. “That’s probably true.” He winked and gave Jensen’s ass a slap.
“Hey!” Jensen jumped, but he couldn’t be mad when he saw Jared’s happy face full of mirth. Also… kinda hot. He blushed once again.
“Rain check?” Jared winked and Jensen gave an affirmative mumble before he realized just what Jared might have meant by that. And by then he was already gone. Well... Damn!
*****
While he was rummaging through Jensen’s cabinets to find the coffee and some cereal, Jared realized what he was doing. What this morning meant. It was the final step in breaking out of their hooker/buyer personas. At least he hoped that’s what it was, and Jensen wasn’t just scoring for freebies…
He should finally run, really. Just leave his hoodie and Jensen in the bathroom and run. But by now that would physically hurt him. Fuck, he’d become the worst cliché of all. The whore who fell for their buyer. But Jensen… He just wasn’t a typical client. So this wasn’t one of these stories that ended in tears and drugs and destruction. Although he knew that it couldn’t be sappy happily-ever-after either. First of all he had to find a new job. And he’d be damned if he’d let Jensen pay for him.
After Jensen joined him in the kitchen, Jared quickly excused himself to take a shower as well. He still needed some time to think, come up with a strategy. However fifteen minutes later he still wasn’t any wiser. He still didn’t know what jobs to approach, how to support himself in the meantime - himself and the dogs, that was. Only himself he could manage for a while. But that wasn’t an option. He also had to figure out just what to do with Jensen.
The latter, however, wasn’t his biggest concern after he’d gotten out of the shower and found a fresh pair of boxers and sweats as well as a shirt lying out there for him. Jensen clearly wanted him here. And not just for the sex. Or else there wouldn’t be any clothes, right?
The pants were a tad too small for him, but it was fine. The shirt smelled of Jensen and he wondered if maybe he could sneak it out with him when he left later. Just in case he might not come back.
And good lord! Now he’d really lost it. Sandy would have a blast if she knew he was even thinking about stealing a keepsake.
And he still needed to come up with a story for her. Fuck! Jared squeezed the bridge of his nose and took a deep breath, then joined Jensen in the kitchen. The smell of fresh bacon and eggs greeted him and his stomach rumbled appreciatively.
“Oh hey!” Jensen was wearing an apron and holding a cartoon of eggs. “You want waffles? Or pancakes? Or I could make you crèpes.”
Jared couldn’t stop smiling at the picture he presented. Perfect housewife. Jared didn’t even know what crèpes were. “Jensen. Relax.” He passed a hand through his damp hair and noticed Jensen staring at his now exposed stomach. Definitely keeping the shirt. “Ham and eggs is fine. And maybe a toast.” And some cereal. And okay, maybe also a stack of pancakes.
“But it wouldn’t take too long,” Jensen offered.
Jared took the eggs out of his hands and gave him a soft kiss. “Maybe for second breakfast.” He didn’t want him going through too much trouble. For all he knew Jensen by now, he’d probably start a pot roast for him right now, if Jared asked for it. “Sit down.”
Jensen was reluctant, but then relented. They ate and made some idle chit chat about sports, but Jared was distracted the whole time.
“I need to get a new job,” he just blurted out.
Jensen froze. “Uh...“ He scratched the back of his neck nervously, then nodded. “Yeah, uh, good. That’s, uh, good. For you.” He bit his lip. “Why?” His eyes widened. “Uhm, I mean, why now? I understand why.”
And Jared sensed he was about to just rant on, so he interrupted him. “I just can’t really date and still go fuck other men.” He shrugged innocently.
“Oh.” Jensen’s face fell. “Right. That would be… would be, uhm…” He scratched his neck again and looked away. “I’m happy for you.” And he sounded like was about to cry.
Jared stared. Could he really be this dumb? “You, Jensen. I was gonna date you, you moron.”
“What?” Jensen’s head whipped around. Jared just grinned at him and watched it slowly settle. “You mean…” A small smile was forming on Jensen’s lips. “Really?”
“Really.” Jared chuckled, still stupidly grinning. His decision was made. This couldn’t be going any better!
“But… but what about Sandy?” Jensen asked.
“Sandy?” Jared’s grin faltered and he frowned. “What about her?” When Jensen didn’t reply, just looked at him, Jared got it. “Oh! Oh, hell no!” He laughed. “Sandy’s just a friend, Jen. Fuck.” He imagined being with her, and that just made him laugh harder. She was so tiny. He’d break her! “Seriously. No.” He shuddered.
“Oh.” Jensen nodded again, the sly smile back on his lips and slowly spreading, spreading, and spreading until he, too, was openly grinning. And that was it for the next five minutes. They both just sat there happy, neither of them moving, neither of them saying anything. But what else was there to say? Jensen broke the silence first though. “What do you wanna do now?”
“I dunno,” Jared’s smile faltered.
“What do you want to do?”
“I… I don’t know.” Now his smile was fully gone. He shrugged.
“If you could have any job you wanted, what would you wanna do?” Jensen looked at him, open and still smiling. It didn’t feel judgmental, and Jared was grateful for that.
“I… I dunno…” He shrugged again. “I kinda want to work with dogs. Animals.” Jared smiled sadly. “And get paid for it.” His ‘job’ at the shelter was pretty much the best thing ever, except for that he kinda had to pay for it.
“Like a vet?” Jensen nudged him under the table and Jared smirked.
“Shit, no! I’d never have the ambition to sit through all the classes.” Nor the smarts. Or the money to pay for it. Besides, that wasn’t really it for him, anyways. “And I don’t think I could actually cut the poor fur balls. Even if it was to make them better.” He shrugged.
Jensen chuckled and nudged him again, then he suddenly sat up straight, looking excited. “Hey, you think you could train them?”
“Like tricks and stuff?” Jared passed his hand through his hair, which kept falling in his eyes because he didn’t even blow dry it into shape. But hey, he wasn’t getting paid for his looks anymore. “’Course I can. I already do. You should see Sadie’s ‘dead dog’ impression.” He smirked. “But who’d pay me for that?” He couldn’t have the dogs perform on the streets to make a few bucks. Even if it would be fun.
“I would.” Jensen was still excited, but now Jared’s face fell.
“Jensen, I don’t want you supporting me.” He knew this would happen. Knew it. Dammit!
“What?” Jensen frowned, then held up his hands. “Oh, no, no! It wouldn’t be like that!” He leaned forward. “Listen, Jay, I’m currently running a campaign for dog food and we have to film a spot. And my current trainer is driving me up the wall. He can’t get the damn dog to sit on his mark or pick up his bowl. Or, like, at least not fucking pee all over the set.”
“Dude, that’s not the dog’s fault! He’s probably just nervous and afraid because of all the lights and strange people.” Jared glared at Jensen. How could he blame the poor dog?
“See? This is what I meant. You know this stuff.” He nodded enthusiastically. “Now if you could come and rescue me, you’d gain a reputation. And I’d help spread your name around, hand out your card and such. And in no time at all you’d be an established pet trainer and everybody will want to hire you, because you’re the best.”
“Whoa, Jen.” Jared couldn’t sit still anymore, so he stood up and started pacing. “You really think…. I don’t think this…” Could it really be this easy? He strongly doubted it. And he’d still owe Jensen. But then… the more he thought about it, tried to imagine it… it would be such a sweet gig. And he could work it all from the shelter, get the animals out there. Support them better. He stopped and looked at Jensen. “Really?”
Jensen just nodded. And then it hit Jared, how much trust he was putting in him. The opportunity this presented. That Jensen would really do this. Give him this job, let him on set, let him perform an important task. Him, the hooker he barely knew.
“God, Jensen.” Jared sighed and passed his hands through his hair, then quickly went over to Jensen, pushing his chair back and straddling him. Jensen looked at him for a second, a mix of amused and surprised, then Jared didn’t pay attention anymore, because he just cupped his cheeks and kissed him deep and long.
The kiss turned into more kissing, and groping, and soon they were both shirtless and rutting against each other. They still had a lot to talk about, like what they would tell people about how they met, Jared had to decide what to tell Sandy, they had to lay some ground rules for their relationship and Jared would be damned if he let Jensen retreat back to his shy self and miss out on all the fun games they could play. After all, Jared planned to bring in his own fair share of kink, it would be only fair if Jensen got to top from time to time as well. Besides, Jared still shivered just thinking about that third date they had. And they still had to get to know each other, too. And maybe those spanking new job plans wouldn’t work out either. But right here, right now, all alone in Jensen’s kitchen, lost in each other, all those worries seemed to fade and Jared couldn’t wait to cash in his rain check and get Jensen back into bed with him.
He smirked against Jensen’s lips. “Bedroom. Now.”
Jensen smirked back. “Yes, sir.” And Jared had to laugh and break their lip contact. But it wasn’t for long as they were kissing each other all the way through the apartment until they fell tangled together onto the bed, both still grinning like fools.
Like fools in love.
The End.